#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care